woodyloveslinkin
aka Gloomy Mushroom
- Joined
- Aug 3, 2004
- Location
- Lithgow Australia
Flare.
Inside myself I slowly slumber,
To the rhythm of the new world humbler.
Convincing and tearing I slowly sleep,
To the echo of the echoing darkening deep.
Found out long ago I need to rest,
Found out long ago that it is none to lest.
I lost myself in the weakening,
I found myself in the deepening.
Myself, my soul, my self esteem,
Just too much it finds to gleam.
In the glory, in the history of my past,
None I was, the one that couldn’t last.
So pure, soulless, you won over the kiss,
So don’t heed anymore, to hurt what I am this.
Singing a song of hate, singing that song of lust,
What must I be, what must as to be must,
To the noose, I walk alone,
Look to the ceiling the curving dome.
So gentle but so misunderstood,
Wish I could have told you, I wish I could.
To commit this crime was my own choice,
To think about it, to cry or to rejoice.
I hold my lonely heart in my lap,
To give in, is a no mans land map.
In hole I see myself lying,
In the hole, I see everything dying.
These images are so real,
And these wounds is what I must feel.
Inside myself I slowly slumber,
To the rhythm of the new world humbler.
Convincing and tearing I slowly sleep,
To the echo of the echoing darkening deep.
Found out long ago I need to rest,
Found out long ago that it is none to lest.
I lost myself in the weakening,
I found myself in the deepening.
Myself, my soul, my self esteem,
Just too much it finds to gleam.
In the glory, in the history of my past,
None I was, the one that couldn’t last.
So pure, soulless, you won over the kiss,
So don’t heed anymore, to hurt what I am this.
Singing a song of hate, singing that song of lust,
What must I be, what must as to be must,
To the noose, I walk alone,
Look to the ceiling the curving dome.
So gentle but so misunderstood,
Wish I could have told you, I wish I could.
To commit this crime was my own choice,
To think about it, to cry or to rejoice.
I hold my lonely heart in my lap,
To give in, is a no mans land map.
In hole I see myself lying,
In the hole, I see everything dying.
These images are so real,
And these wounds is what I must feel.
